//------------------------------// // Chapter 01: Airplane of Destiny // Story: Flight of Destiny // by Pink_Flash //------------------------------// Well, hello there. My name is Miles Fox. This is the Foxah show! The game show where... Nah. I'm just a pilot. A stunt pilot! I'm 48 years old. 5' 11" 250 pounds. Yeah... I'm a little overweight... Neat black hair, green eyes. I'm flying home to Maine. I performed with my company team in Ontario Canada. I'm flying my Breechcraft Baron G58 Twin Engine plane. It's funny. Most people never get to experience the majesty that is... flight. Watching clouds... and the landscape pass by. It's truly beautiful. Up here... I feel amazing... free... safe... as if nothing could ever hurt me. "Bangor Airnav ATC to Flight B.G. Five Eight, we have a severe thunderstorm in your path. Over." "This is flight B.G Five Eight, acknowledge all. Over." Damn... Uhhh... it's not too late to take back that last statement... right...? 'Alright... so... I got to keep an eye out for this storm. The skies are for the most part clear, so it shouldn't be hard to find...' Miles watches his surroundings. Growing confused... 'I don't see anything... nothing but the occasional lazy cloud. Maybe I should reconfirm that weather warning.' "Bangor Airnav ATC, this is Flight B.G. Five Eight. Skies are clear, my coordinates are -81 longitude, 49 latitude at 15,000 feet. Please relay storm coordinates, over." "Flight B.G. Five Eight, this is Bangor Airnav ATC. Storm... 56, ... 14,000..." I blink. 'What...? ATC is cutting out so much! 14,000? That the altitude?' "Bangor Airnav ATC, this is Flight B.G. Five Eight. I did not copy. Over." Suddenly... and scary enough... it was naught but static. "Bangor Airnav ATC, this is Flight B.G. Five Eight. Please respond, I did not copy, over." An eerie silence fills the cabin of the plane. 'Well... this can't be good.' I scan the skies. 'Ah, who am I kidding? The skies are clear for as far as I can see.' Soon... an uneasiness falls on me. A strange sensation enveloping me. A cramp soon forms in my right bicep. At first... it's just uncomfortable. 'Maybe flying for too long?' But soon... it gets worse. It doesn't really hurt... but... it starts affecting my entire arm. "What the...?" My arm begins to actually seize up. I grunt, and use my left hand to rub it. To try to massage my muscles. "What's wrong with me?" Suddenly... my eyes go wide as a jolt of pain shoots through my abdomen. "Ugh...!" My abdomen seizes up suddenly, forcing me to fall out of my chair. 'What... what's happening?! Am I having a seizure?!' I groan in pain, as the plane's nose begins to slowly point down... the plane beginning to descend. The sudden shift causes me to slide down towards the tail end of the plane. "Shit! ACK!" I grab at a passenger seat as I slide passed it. My hand moves into view as I grab it. My eyes widen... pink fur covering my hand. "What the fuck?!" I shake my head. "I can't concern myself with that right now... my... plane...!" I begin to crawl towards the pilot's seat. I can feel tons of pressure... all around me... pushing inward. The plane is now taking a dangerous angle... the beginning stages of a nose dive. "Why wasn't I wearing my belt?! I'm an idiot!" I grunt in frustration as I pull myself towards the second set of seats, right behind the pilot's seat. "I... can do this...!" Summoning what's left of my strength, which isn't much... considering half of my body is now seizing up on me. I grab hold of the back of the pilot's seat. I reach... "Come on...!" My pink finger touching the auto-pilot switch. "Almost... got it..." I lunge forward, pressing the button. "I got it!" The plane suddenly jerks. The auto-Pilot pulling up. The jerking motion sends me flying into the ceiling of the plane, and slam down into the aisle between the seats. I hit my head.... hard. I flop over onto my side, my vision beginning to get blurry. I look over at my pink arm... 'My fingers... are they... receding...?' I peer over at the pilot's seat... watching the auto-pilot function... the last thing I see before everything goes dark... is the tiller moving gently... Suddenly... I'm back in Ontario. I'm flying my company's stunt bi-plane. A black twin wing single engine plane. My friends, and fellow team members call my plane "Mustang" for some reason... I just call it "Black Betty", after that kickass song. I blink, looking around my plane. "Hah! Phew... it was all a... weird dream." I look down at my hands. My beautiful hands as I steer my plane using the tiller. I never again will take my beautiful opposable thumbs for granted. Scanning the cockpit of my plane, I notice a laptop? We... never put devices like this in our cockpits... that thing would fly all around my cockpit while upside down, doing Aileron rolls, and all the like. Wait, it's in a video chat with my Team Manager! "Oh man, boss. I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamed I was flying my Baron, and I got turned into a little... furry creature. It was so weird..." I laugh. "Anyway, Boss. What maneuver we doing?" I wait for a few seconds, and look to the laptop. "Boss?" I hear my boss respond. "D'aaaawwwww! Isn't he so precious? The little man is tooooo cute!" I blink a few times. "B-boss?" My eyes widen at my voice... it's high pitched, and... the dreaded word... cute... "No! No no no no no!" I look down at my hands again... my hands are gone... in their place are the pink hooves... "NO! Why?!" Suddenly, the plane tilts forward viciously. I lean forward to grab the tiller, but my clunky hooves just fumble with it, and bump it forward, causing the plane to jerk downward... going into spiraling nose dive. Panic spreads through me. My eyes widening, and tears instantly forming as my plane descends. "Please no! NOOOOO!" As my plane nears the ground... acceptance begins to creep into my heart... knowing I'm about to die... But as I look at the ground... this... dark blue majestic creature stands there. Four hooves... wings... and a horn! It's a pegasus, and a unicorn at the same time... there's a word for that... what was it..? The creature just... stood there... smiling with absolute confidence... not wavering in the slightest as my plane careened towards her. She just stood there... regal... and beautiful. My plane was drawing near... her horn begins to glow as the distance closed in... 10 meters... 7 meters... 4... There's a bright flash of light... it's so bright... that I had to cover my eyes. When I removed my hands... er... these stumpy things... there wasn't anything, but dark all around me. Except... for... her... standing before me... I get a better look... She towers over me... I feel so... small... I cringe before her... shying away... I don't even know why... I've never been one for shyness... But... her warm gentle smile makes me suddenly feel safe... looking her over some more, she has this... odd moon... I dunno, tattoo? Near her hind legs. She also has this oddly flowing hair, and tail. That seem to be in the wind... even when there's no wind. "Hello, little one." She says in a regal kind voice as she approaches me. "No more bad dreams, now. Only pleasant ones, understood?" She smiles at me, winks... then her horn glows as she kneels next to me. "I..." My eyes are wide. Unsure of myself, and what's going on... "W...who are you?" "Shhhh..." She shushes me... then she brings her horn to my forehead. Suddenly... I see nothing but white. The white clears as fast as it came. I find myself in a bedroom. I quickly look down at myself, am I human again? Nope... so much for pleasant dreams. "Oh, my little foal." Says a feminine voice. I turn to see another four legged creature. This one is a pegasus, and no where near as tall as the first one. This one is colored a soft pink. Very close to the color my stumpy arms are. She also has a white tail, and hair. She has emerald eyes. "Uh... who're you?" I ask. She only laughs as she walks over to me. "Oh, you're so silly. I'm your mommy." She says as she kneels down, and nuzzles me. "Uh... What?" I squeek. I then feel myself being picked up by the scruff of my neck. The action makes my limbs sort of... pull to my body... I feel strange hair sensation between my legs... The odd pink creature carries me over to the bed... she lays me down on it. Looking back... I see the hair sensation was my... tail? I have a tail?! It's... soft pink, with white highlights. Same pink as my stubby arms... "I know you're not feeling well, so mommy's gonna nurse you back to health." She smiles warmly at me. She then hops up into the bed with me. I feel as if I should leave... but... my body won't move! Using her wing, the pink creature pulls me to her... then she nuzzles me. "Ohhh, my little pony..." Pony? Is that what she is? She seems to have the characteristics. "Hush now, quiet now..." I hear the pink pony begin to sing. She's singing a... a lullaby? 'Seriously? As if that'd work...' "It's time to lay your sleepy head..." I give a great big yawn as my eyes begin to droop. 'I stand corrected...' "Hush now, quiet now. It's time to go to bed..." Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, the pink pony claiming to be my mother nuzzling me. How do I know she's nuzzling me, If I'm asleep? It's a dream! Don't question it! There's nothing but darkness... comforted darkness... I feel safe, and... happy...? I begin to hear humming. Not... like organic humming... mechanical. I soon place the sound of my Baron's engines. My eyes flutter open. The scene of my plane's cabin greeting my eyes. "Ugh..." My head is throbbing. I gingerly rub my head... and soon find blood... "Oh, well isn't that fan-fucking-tastic!" I squeek out in my high pitched voice. I wince in irritation at it. I set my hoof down, with a soft 'clop' on the floor of my plane. Then it hits me...My eyes snap wide open. "HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN FLYING?!" I quickly get to my hooved hand... arms... these! My limbs shake... as I try to find my center of balance. I can't seem to stand straight up, my body just defaults to this... four legged posture... I really hope I can ignore that dream entirely... I'm just gonna play the denial card for now... I begin walking towards the pilot's seat. Begin is the keyword, since there was no middle or ending. Unless you count kissing the floor. In other words... I lost my balance and FELL! Ugh... Ok, forget walking. I crawl along the floor to the pilot's seat. The seat is much bigger than before... confirming that I am indeed very small now. "Uh huh... because I needed this on top of eeeeverything else." Sighing, I look at the gauges. 'Oh shit! I have like... 10% fuel left! I've been out for hours!' I look over the navigation devices... all of which appear to be... confused beyond recognition. 'Not a one can tell me where I am! It just keeps getting better, and better! Please tell me the radio works...' I activate the radio. It turns on with a auditory static sound. 'YES! Thank you! Thank anything. Karma, God, freaking Leprechauns! I don't care!' Wincing at my voice as I begin to speak into the radio. "Bangor Airnav ATC, this is flight B.G. Five Eight, please respond. Over." Smiling to myself, Nothing else is going to go wrong. I'm safe... 2 minutes pass... and nothing. Uh oh... "Bangor Airnav ATC..." Worry filling my new childish voice. "This is flight B.G. Five Eight, I have an emergency situation, please advise, over." ATC always flocks to the coms when you mention an emergency. Though, I wonder if it's because they care, or just want to avoid lawsuits. Either way, I WILL have someone responding very soon. Another two minutes... 'What the hell is ATC doing?!' I begin to panic. "Damn it ATC!" I didn't mean to actually say that on the radio. I stop and try to calm down. "Bangor Airnav ATC, I need a response, immediately!" Nothing. I peer out the windows. I see land below me. Cities... buildings... There's one fairly large city nearby. There has to be an airport with an ATC! Hope filling me, I switch from the specific Airnav frequency, to all channels. I take a deep breath, and let it out. "Flight B.G. Five Eight to all channels, I have an emergency situation, please respond, over." I hold my breath. 'Please, oh PLEASE cosmic forces of the universe... let some ATC respond!' "Hello?" A feminine voice responds. "An awfully complicated spell for foal." 'Foal? Ah... well... at least I got an answer.' "This is flight B.G. Five Eight, who am I speaking to? Over." "Uhhh... My name is Twilight Sparkle. Um... Over?" I sigh. No com etiquette what so ever. At least she tried. Wait, why am I worried about etiquette?! I'm close to no fuel! "Flight E.G Five Eight to Twilight Sparkle. My aircraft is dangerously low on fuel. I need direction to the nearest landing strip A.S.A.P! Over!" "Why do you keep saying Flight E.G Five Eight? Is that your name?" Twilight Sparkle questions. I can't help... but face palm. Face...stub? Didn't that pony in my dream... call ME a pony? ...Face hoof...? "That's my aerial code. It identifies my aircraft." "What's... an aircraft?" Twilight Sparkle questions... again... 'This... can't... be happening.' "Never mind that! I need a landing strip. An airport." I peer down at the gauge... I'm... almost out of fuel... "And I need it pronto!" "Uhhh... I'm not... sure what a landing strip is." Twilight Sparkle informs. 'I'm doomed.' "Twilight... where are we?" If she can tell me where we are... I can use my GPS to find an airport myself! "Oh! We're in Equestria. Specifically Ponyville." "... Come again?" I ask in disbelief that I just heard a location I've never heard of. I begin to type Equestria, and Ponyville into my GPS. Hoping against hope that this... place... is within some obscure country that I've never heard of because I lack the motivation to study world geology. "Oh. It's a nice little village. Very pretty and peaceful. ... Where are you? I'm having trouble detecting which direction your telepathic messages are coming from. It seems like it's coming from the sky... but you're a unicorn. How can you be in the sky?" Unicorn? Telepathic messages? "Are you talking about my radio signals? That's electronically based. I'm not a unicorn, I'm a human." 'Here we are, making small talk about anatomically confusing topics, while I run out of fuel, crash, and burn to death. Great use of my limited time.' I peer down at my GPS, having finished typing into it... apparently hooves aren't the easiest appendages to type with. Who'd have thought? Unfortunately, to my dismay, there appears to be no information on Ponyville. Fuck. "Twilight?" I inquire. "Yes?" She responds. "How are funerals prepared in this place?" "Excuse me?" Twilight asks, concern evident in her voice. "Why?" "I'm about... ehhhh... 95 percent sure I'm about to die." The engines die. "Correction. 100 percent." Twilight sounds fairly alarmed now. "Ok. Explain to me what's going on." "I've already-" I begin, but Twilight cuts me off. "No! Explain everything. Talk to me as if I know nothing." I blink. "Um..." I shake my head. The plane... just... gliding... a little village dead ahead... with a forest, and a mountain near it. "I'm in a flying machine..." I close my eyes. Trying to keep panic down. Pulling my thoughts together. "The machine is powered by a liquid known as gasoline... my machine has just used the remainder of it's gasoline... Without said gasoline, my machine is in rapid descent. Soon it will crash... almost guaranteed to have me perish in the crash." "Ok." Twilight responds. "Do you see any landmarks from the sky?" Twilight eagerly inquires. "If you can give me a couple of landmarks, I might be able to triangulate your position in the sky." Peering over my guages, I see that at least my altitude is still functioning. "I'm currently at 5,000 feet." Peering out the window, like before, I see the mountain, forest, and the village. "I can see a mountain... there's a village near it... with a forest near that." Without the aid of my GPS, I can't tell which way is North. "Good! That's Ponyville. Which direction is the mountain in comparison to Ponyville?" 'Without knowing which way is North... how do I explain this?!' I freeze... 'H-how...?' "Hello?" Twilight calls. "Please answer!" "I... I don't know which way is north!" I don't think I've ever sounded more like a child than I did just then. Scared... panicked. At this moment... I realize something... something very... very bad... wind. Wind is pushing the plane. The plane is beginning to turn towards the mountain. I'm beginning to feel like some cosmic being out there is laughing as it messes with me. But this time... I got it. I hop into the pilot's seat... I say hop... but it's more like struggle into it. I then pull the belt around me. I wrap my hooves around the tiller. "I don't know your name... but we're going to find you, and help you. I promise! I'm gonna get my friend, fastest flier in Ponyville, she's gonna find you! Don't worry!" I pull on the tiller... the mountain drawing near... I... can't... I can't budge it! My physical body is too weak... "T... Twilight...?" "Yes?" She is also panting, like she's running. "Never mind..." With a sad hang of my head. I close my eyes. "Little foal! D... don't stop talking...!" SMASH! The plane's wing hits the rounded surface of the mountain first. Pushing the plane further from direct impact. As the nose touches down, it crushes inward, then bounces off the surface. My tiller comes free of it's socket, hitting me in the face... for the second time this day, I get knocked out...